Novel & Cerita Scary Mothers

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I was desperate, so I looked deep into his eye till I was sure I was in full control of him. “What are you scared of?” I questioned as my eyes were still locked with his. “Mother, I’m scared of Mother,” Tristan replied still under my hypnosis, His Mother placed him in this situation. How? “Why… why are you scared of Mother?” “She will kill my Aurora and our child just like the way she killed…. the way…. She killed My…. My …. My Skylar.” I fisted the bedsheet in my hand, how dare Mother do such a thing? How can she say that? How dare she? And on the other hand. I couldn’t even be angry that he still had Skylar in his heart. I just felt nothing but pity for him.

just like the horrendous tragedy of Ruma Woods that claimed the lives of my parents. 'Save as many as you can!' I somehow manage a strong voice as I blare at Taren, sprinting into the chaos with my senses alight to their limits. There are various nightmarish monsters plaguing the people, taking the shapes of their worst fears to torment them to death.

“I knew it but I thought you were here to search for your mate if she might be in the castle. Either way mother’s knows what best for their child. But let me ask you this? Have you learnt anything so far?” She questioned him and he mumbled in shock. “Uhhmm, well, the thing is” he played around. “You are just one lazy and stubborn child aren’t you? If I were your mother I would scold you” she warned him. “She would scold me too if she sees me. I am sometimes scared of her when she is mad” he replied recalling how furious his mother could be. “We all get scared of our mothers when they are mad even my dad used to be scared of my mom when he pisses her off. He would lay low in my room for a whi

The woman’s fearful pants as she ran in the woods with what looked like a bloody dress on told me so. As soon as the scary music came on I covered my face with my blanket. How could my mother do this too me? I wanted movies to be filled with happiness and love, not movies that made me cry and scream out of fear. “I want my old movies back.” I whispered as I brought my knees to my chest and hugged them. I hadn’t known what scary music even sounded like until today and it was all my mothers fault. Every single movie that we watched was horrible. It had everything from cheating to murder. It was all horrible and now my mother wanted me to watch as this lady ran for her life:

The little girl ran out of the shop doorway with tears streaming down her face and dark curls bouncing with each step, running straight into the woman's arms like she was the only safe place in the world. "Mama, I was so scared!" The child buried her face against the woman's stomach, her small hands gripping the fabric of her mother's shirt. Dynan couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything except stare at the little girl who had his eyes and his nose and his scent mixed with her mothers. His wolf was howling inside him, demanding answers and action, but his body felt like it had been turned to stone. The woman looked up and their eyes. And lo and behold, it was Daggy Johns.

"You never wanted a daughter. You wanted a puppet who would obey your every command, get perfect grades, and make you look good in front of everyone. "Elsa didn't die today. You destroyed her long before this, when you tried to turn her into your idea of perfection." … The livestream exploded with comments. "Oh gosh, this mother is terrifying. How could she control her own daughter like that?" "Poor kid. Thank heavens I never bought into that brainwashing nonsense. If I'd done this to my child, I'd never forgive myself." "Her daughter died, and she didn't even notice. What kind of mother is that?"

“Does it matter if my mother lied? She only did it to make you look good and make others think highly of you! “You, on the other hand, are an ungrateful brat! You turned everything into a mess and embarrassed me and my mother!” “Embarrassed?” I cradled my abdomen that was in searing pain as I looked at Amelia. Her expression had contorted into something absolutely savage. I laughed until tears nearly streamed down my cheeks. “Embarrassed from calling someone else a liar when you’re the liar, you mean? That’s what happens when you embarrass me by throwing mud at me and calling me a ‘gold digger.’ “Amelia, the evidence is right in front of you. Don’t try to shift the blame onto me just to just

I stop right in my tracks as Jack gets up behind me. “Where the hell do you two think you are going?” Mom growls and her canines start to protrude. I swallow as my body fights against the fact that I’m not taking one more step. There is nothing in this entire world that is as scary as my mom when she shifts like that. “Nowhere.” I shrug. “Liar! You are going to take my mate!” Jack hisses behind me and I feel as if I’m trapped between the fire and the frying pan.

“But why did you sound so scared?” My mother looked at the dress she had just folded; her short dark brown hair framed her face and hid her expression from me. Then she placed the dress neatly into suitcase and locked her hazel eyes to my light green ones. “There’s a lore about them in my hometown. It’s said that they are demons that went after beautiful women, especially virgins. They came at night when everyone was sleeping and raped the girls, sometimes more than once.”